Fluffy Mates Chase Their Boss on Survival Show

"Layla, I know you think I stole your mother and your fiancés. I never wanted it to be like this," Stella Grant said.

"I love Mom dearly, and she loves me. I can only share her love with you.

"But I don't need the mates. I can give them back to you. It's just that they have some misunderstandings about you. So why don't we go on that survival dating show, Primal Hearts, together?

"If you perform well, they'll fall for you."

In the dessert shop, Layla Hale stared at Stella chattering away across the table, inwardly sighing. The plot was unfolding just like in the book.

She had been a survivor in a post-apocalyptic world, struggling to stay alive until she starved to death. Then she woke up as the villainous biological daughter in an interstellar Cinderella story.

The real heiress had a tough life before being brought back to the family. After her return, she spent all her time targeting Stella, the fake heiress. She was obsessed with taking back everything Stella had, everything that should have been hers: her powerful mother, the inheritance of the Grant family, and the five carefully chosen fiancés.

But against Stella, who was meticulously raised by a wealthy family, Layla's petty schemes were no match at all. She lost every time, earning herself the reputation of a vicious, jealous heiress.

Participating in the survival dating show was pivotal for the plot.

Although Stella's words were repulsive, the former Layla, who had been struggling to win back her fiancés' heart, was tempted by the offer and decisively accepted the variety show.

During the live-streamed show, she became a clingy suitor, frantically pursuing the five mates who were meant for Stella. But it only made them despise her, pushing them right into Stella's arms.

The primitive forests of that barren planet were treacherous. The former Layla, heartbroken and lost, never made it back.

Stella, on the other hand, effortlessly claimed everything that belonged to the real heiress, except her bloodline. And that bloodline was no longer a threat.

Knowing the former Layla's fate, would Layla still join the show?

Of course not.

Layla smiled faintly. "I won't be participating in the show, and I won't be taking those fiancés either..."

Stella interrupted Layla without waiting for a response, placing the contract on the table with a confident expression. "I've already signed contracts with those five men. You're the only one left. See you on the show."

As she picked up her bag to leave, Stella recalled something and turned back. "By the way, desserts that cost less than a hundred credits are made with inferior ingredients. They're not befitting of the Grant family's heiress.

"I ordered some from 'Pure Bliss Bakery' for you. They'll be here shortly.

"The chef has served the royal family for over thirty years. Their desserts are hard to come by. You're in luck today. I happened to have someone buy some, so I'm sharing some with you."

Layla stared at the small, palm-sized dessert that cost over a thousand dollars and fell silent.

She's really full of herself!

Due to the former Layla's actions, her mother, who doted on Stella, was planning to kick Layla out of the family.

Not wanting to compete with the heartthrob Stella and end up meeting a gruesome end, Layla decided to move out of the Grant Manor herself.

But reality was harsh. She soon realized that she lacked even a month's rent.

Meanwhile, the person who took everything flaunted her success.

Layla picked up the contract, ready to toss it in the trash, when a line caught her eye, and she froze.

"Successfully surviving for one year on the designated planet A13 will grant you full ownership of said planet."

A whole planet for just one year of survival?

Layla, who had been surviving in the post-apocalyptic world for over a decade, was instantly stunned. She opened her smart device to search for how much a planet was worth.

The latest transaction showed a small planet selling for 46 billion credits.

She immediately signed the contract.

Time passed, and the live broadcast of the survival dating show Primal Hearts arrived.

She had plenty of self-awareness.

She wasn't the female lead, nor did she have the aura of a heartthrob. She'd have to be crazy to try to steal the lead's men.

She just wanted to make money.

"Ding-dong. The spaceship has arrived at Planet A13 and is about to dock. All passengers, please get ready to disembark," the intercom announced.

Layla made her way to the deck as instructed, followed by others.

In the interstellar beast world, where males vastly outnumbered females, polyandry was common. On Primal Hearts, the ratio of female to male guests was a staggering one to three.

On the deck, there were five female guests, including her and Stella, and fifteen, no, fourteen male guests.

All the male guests were handsome and had a great physique.

Layla couldn't help but admire a few of them.

One of them was a silver-haired male with pointed ears, so handsome he seemed almost inhuman. He rolled his eyes impatiently and mouthed a warning. "Look at me again, and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Layla froze.

Stella pulled at her dress, whispering, "Stop staring. You're just making them dislike you more."

Layla was speechless.

She realized that her interest lay in the female lead's men.

The silver-haired one was George Wilson, a top mermaid singer known for his temper and particularly harsh towards the former Layla. Rolling his eyes was typical.

The former Layla tolerated it, but she wouldn't. She rolled her eyes back.

What's wrong with admiring a handsome man for a moment?

George knew exactly how Layla would react.

She'd force a smile, apologize, then cling to him again with that desperate, sycophantic look.

Her beautiful face was filled with a sickening, unmistakable scheming.

In her eyes, it didn't matter who he was. What mattered was that he was one of the fiancés the head of the Grant family had picked out.

In comparison, he far preferred Stella, who actually understood the meaning behind his songs.

George looked at Stella, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, but to his surprise, Layla, standing right next to Stella, rolled her eyes.

She actually rolled her eyes at me?

With looks like mine, what makes her dare roll her eyes at me?

Instantly pissed, George rolled up his sleeves, ready to storm over and give her a piece of his mind.

"Hold on." A hand reached out and stopped him. Carson Fields reminded him, "The livestream is about to start. If you go over there now, you're falling right into her trap."

George froze, then it clicked.

Layla had previously tried to start a romance rumor with him to stake her claim, but after he warned her off, she lay low for a while.

Apparently, she hadn't given up. She was waiting to spin her lies in front of a live audience.

Good thing he didn't take the bait.

Seeing that George was stopped, Layla shifted her gaze to Carson, another fiancé of the female lead.

He was the top-tier tycoon who had signed George and Stella, effectively controlling half the entertainment industry.

Because his beast form was a prairie wolf, netizens often called him "Wolf Boss."

Beyond all that, he stood about six feet seven inches tall with an imposing physique. Though dressed in an elegant suit, he couldn't hide his commanding presence. His broad chest and refined yet rebellious demeanor perfectly matched Layla's type.

Her inner voice gnashed in jealousy. Stella is so lucky!

She shot them both a glare. Why do you have to be so ridiculously good-looking? Now you've shaken my resolve, and I almost went down the same path as the former Layla.

The two men reacted differently.

George interpreted her glare as an invitation to retaliate, while Carson simply raised an eyebrow.

Nearby, Stella watched as Layla effortlessly grabbed the attention of two males. She yanked Layla's sleeve. "Layla, the livestream is starting."

Layla snapped back. "Oh! Right."

The childish game of glaring contests was over. Now she had to focus on earning 46 billion credits.

Driven by an intense competitive spirit, George, once determined to glare her down, found his frustration mounting as she ignored him, vowing revenge once the show began.

With a beep, all the multifunctional live-streaming robots, "Vanguard," powered on.

They looked like cute yet awkward potatoes with propellers, but incredibly powerful.

These devices not only followed guests in real-time for 24 hours and automatically applied pixelation, but they could also display live chat comments on the screen to facilitate interaction. More importantly, in case of danger, they would automatically trigger an alarm to call for help.

That was why every guest had one.

As the broadcast commenced, the Primal Hearts livestream split into nineteen screens, and excited viewers flooded the chat with comments.

Stella flashed a radiant smile, effortlessly engaging with the camera and responding to comments.

"In the primeval forest, five initial huts are set up by the production team. All female guests will be dropped off at the same spot and must find a hut to stay in.

"Each hut contains only one day's worth of food and accommodates just one female.

"Male guests can gather a set amount of survival supplies before being randomly dropped into the forest. You must defeat other competitors and win over a female guest to move into her hut.

"You may withdraw at any time, with prompt rescue provided in case of danger, but a rescue counts as a withdrawal.

"Please team up with your chosen partner, cooperate to survive, and complete the challenge!

"Those are all the rules for the show. If you have any questions, please ask now."

Layla raised her hand. "I want to attempt surviving for a year on Planet A13. What are those rules?"

"You want to try for the one-year challenge?" Fiona asked, surprised. "Are you sure? The first three months are already challenging enough, but starting from the fourth month, random events will be simulated, including heavy storms, wild animal attacks, and more. The difficulty doubles!"

She looked around and noticed the indifference on the male guests' faces.

Females typically had weaker survival skills, and without a strong male, surviving a year was doubtful. Even lasting three months was a concern.

Layla had impressively received zero votes for preferred male partners during interviews.

Her primary worry was avoiding elimination in the opening round, not surviving a year.

Fiona reminded her, "In this challenge, we won't provide any rescue. If you face danger, you must rely on yourself."

"I know," Layla replied calmly. "I can handle it on my own."

In her past life, zombies ran rampant and natural disasters struck frequently. She had survived for over a decade; had it not been for the final extinction of all life on the planet, she would never have starved to death.

Compared to the apocalypse, a primeval forest was nothing.

As soon as she spoke, laughter erupted in the room.

If anyone else had said it, they might have been believed.

But Layla, a country bumpkin from a remote planet, likely never received any relevant training or learned any wilderness survival skills, and might not even know how to hold a knife.

The livestream viewers were even more scathing in their mockery.

[For an example of extreme self-awareness, look no further than Layla.]

[I'm laughing so hard I might die. She's truly vicious and utterly foolish. I support her taking on this challenge. Let her get herself killed!]

[Does she really think this will attract attention from the males?]

[Fiona, bring out the disclaimer! I want to watch this mess unfold!]

Fiona had invited Layla for the drama between the two Grant heiresses, but never anticipated it would escalate dangerously.

Seeing overwhelming support for Layla's challenge from netizens, she cast a discreet, pleading glance toward the cold figure of the Empire's Second Prince, Oliver Stewart.

Only the royal family could offer an entire planet as a reward, and Layla's participation hinged on the show's main sponsor's approval.

Oliver's thoughtful gaze shifted from Layla, and he nodded slightly.

Wiping the sweat off her brow, Fiona had an assistant bring Layla the waiver. The document was meant to make it clear that any consequences of taking on the challenge, including death, would be Layla's responsibility alone.

Layla signed it without hesitation, grabbed her luggage, and boarded the airship to the filming location.

The deck and the livestream fell silent.

[Wait, seriously? She actually signed it! As ruthless as she is, she's got guts. I'm definitely tuning in for this.]

This was a viewer from Stella's livestream, who subsequently fell silent after posting that.

Not just Stella's viewers, but many from other streams flocked to Layla's channel.

Whether for spectacle or schadenfreude, her viewership soared, making it the second most-watched stream among all guests, just behind Stella's.

Yet Layla paid no mind.

The spaceship hovered over Planet A13. Once the shuttles delivered the guests, they left immediately.

From the moment they landed, the competition among the female guests began. They needed to find the starting huts.

There were three types of huts, one stone hut, two wooden huts, and two camping tents.

Wild beasts roamed the primeval forest, and everyone wanted the sturdy stone one. The tallest female guest, Emily Knight, immediately transformed into her beast form.

The fluffy lynx's combat prowess was extraordinary. With a single kick, she launched one female away.

Stella seized the chance to transform as well, becoming a graceful swan that glided over the treetops and quickly claimed the stone hut.

Upon seeing this, the lynx licked her paws and turned to claim one of the wooden huts.

The two females who had been kicked away regrouped and claimed the remaining wooden hut and the adjacent camping tent.

The only one left without shelter was Layla.

She slowly approached the last of the initial huts.

[As a female who's done plenty of action scenes in the entertainment industry, Emily's fighting skills are truly on another level.]

[Unfortunately, Stella could fly and got to the stone hut first!]

[You think Emily couldn't take her if she wanted? She's just looking out for her bestie.]

As Layla worked away, the viewers grew frustrated. Watching her calm reaction made them feel like the ones making a fuss. Their taunts fell flat, so they doubled down on the insults.

[Oh my god, that's so gross! How could she dig in the dirt? The Grants are supposed to be elegant. What a disgrace.]

[Ugh, look at her, playing in mud? It's appalling!]

[Didn't she say she was going to survive a year? Looks like she's out on day one. Pathetic and useless. How about we call her 'Toxic Waste' from now on?]

The viewers hurled insults with increasing creativity, and somehow, the barrage of hate pushed Layla's name onto the trending list.

Fiona watched the show's engagement skyrocket and patted her belly with satisfaction. "That tent getting destroyed was just perfect. This is exactly the content we need!"

The rest of the crew agreed. A lively, celebratory mood swept through the production team.

Then, a higher-priority video call cut through the chatter.

"The guest's tent has been damaged for half an hour. What measures have you taken to remedy the situation?"

Even when stripped of his stern military uniform, this battle-hardened man, Liam Hartwell, still exuded an intimidating aura with a mere glance; his calm inquiry sent a sudden cold sweat down Fiona's back.

She instinctively replied, "General Hartwell, the inspection before the show started showed no issues..."

Oh no, that sounds like I'm making excuses.

"We'll send someone to set up a new tent for Ms. Hale." Fiona quickly suggested. "What do you think?"

Liam tapped the table, "Convince her to withdraw."

"What?" Fiona was taken aback.

Ask a guest with top-tier popularity to withdraw from the show? Seriously?